No Place Like Home

Last night we took a sunset flight before the rain and fog of today.

It's like walking the fence line. We go the same route, fly north along the lake, circle Bill and Kim's house on Frogg Island on the way north,

turn west towards the mountains, maybe land at Panther Pond next to the tower, fly over Sebago Lake, maybe land there once or twice,

watch for the little car ferry at Frye Island,

seek out St. Joseph's college,

buzz Jimmie's and Twila's house, 

look for Boody's corner and our downtown, and splash down at home before dark, in the afterglow.